THE BLACK BOGAll this summer I’ve been like a hamster in a wheel. Whenever the wheel stands still I fill my pouches with food, look around my world with interest and even do some tidying up. But as soon as someone turns the wheel, off I run. I can’t stop. It drives me mad. I’m exhausted. But I can’t jump off — my brain isn’t developed well enough to let me do that.
I moped around the house with no idea of what to do. Well, no, that’s not quite right. I knew exactly what had to be done. The house needed a good clean before Ulia got here. The only thing though, I had absolutely no desire to pick up the cleaning cloth. Instead of poking around with the vacuum cleaner in all the dusty corners of the house, I plumped down on the sofa and started fiddling with the TV remote.
The TV sprang to l
